Wadi Rum lies just outside of Aqaba, where I live. It is more famously known as the Desert of Lawrence of Arabia and its landscape is utterly magnificent: Dramatic rock formations, stunning sunsets and hospitable Bedouins tending to their herds of goats, camels and sheep. Together with my family and a Jordanian pal we explored some of it via jeep one afternoon.
We came across old petroglyphs carved in rock and a drinking hole for camels that the locals had ingeniously crafted to manipulate the Spring rainwater into a holding place. But what captured our attention mostly was the purple haze that covered every inch of the sand.
After the recent rainfall delicate small flowers had transformed the desert into a lush garden. A botanist's wet dream. It was gorgeous.
In the distance a sandstorm was brewing and the horizon became somewhat hazy, muddling the division where sand and sky meet.
A little fire was stoked to brew up a delicious batch of Bedouin tea and we all leaned back on the rocks and drank in our surroundings. All of it.
We came across old petroglyphs carved in rock and a drinking hole for camels that the locals had ingeniously crafted to manipulate the Spring rainwater into a holding place. But what captured our attention mostly was the purple haze that covered every inch of the sand.
After the recent rainfall delicate small flowers had transformed the desert into a lush garden. A botanist's wet dream. It was gorgeous.
In the distance a sandstorm was brewing and the horizon became somewhat hazy, muddling the division where sand and sky meet.
A little fire was stoked to brew up a delicious batch of Bedouin tea and we all leaned back on the rocks and drank in our surroundings. All of it.
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| Wadi Rum in Spring |
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